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Why Coffee Always Tastes Better When My Husband Makes It or Infusing Things With Love

MORNING COFFEE blog Whenever people live together in family groups you have certain routines that just seem to evolve and become what my son likes to call “a thing.” Like the fact that I usually pick him up from school and while he ravages the refrigerator we sometimes talk about his day. Except that this winter I added a shared cup of tea and it suddenly became “a thing.” In my opinion, these are the joy nuggets of family life and they are as special as every family is different.
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Naughty Boys And Girls

SSScat BLOG This is the story of how my rotten cats thoroughly destroyed my VERY expensive designer sofa by using the corner as a scratching post. It happened subtly, over time, so at first I wasn’t even sure what was happening, maybe a pull here and there. Before I knew it it had crossed an invisible line and landed in the world of furniture too-far-gone in spite of the proliferation of hideously ugly cat-scratching paraphernalia that I tolerate all over my house. My two monsters just laughed as they exercised their complete right to do whatever they pleased – because that’s what cats do.
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Painting Hardware Should Be A Federal Offense

Painted Hardware First, a little history on my house. It was built in 1920, there are NO right angles anywhere, and it was a rental for many years so even though we've lived here for 13 years we are still uncovering new ways in which the previous owners used duct tape to "fix" things. I recently had the unpleasant experience of preparing to paint my bedroom and removed all of the hardware from our closet doors only to find that the hinges, knobs and locks that were used are nowhere near standard sizes and couldn't easily be replaced.  Since I had already taken everything off, I had no choice but to tackle the extremely tedious job of stripping years and years of paint and crust off of every single piece and then pray that it would all fit when I put it back together.
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My Obsession With Space

Earth Blog I was born without a left brain. Don’t feel too bad because I’d like the think that my right brain makes up for it, but the fact is that it’s a cruel joke played on me by the universe. I have this incredible fascination with space and time and energy, and yet not one single brain cell of mine is remotely capable of the mathematical computations required to be the astrophysicist that I was OBVIOUSLY meant to be. That said, I am seriously addicted to any and all shows about space and the creation of the universe and I worship at the altar of National Geographic, the Discovery Channel and the supreme astro-geek Neal deGrasse Tyson. If there was a Space Channel, I might never leave the house. 
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E=MC2

Kittens4 BlogEnergy is one of my favorite things to talk about because without it, the world as we know it would not exist. And I promise you that this will be the first of many posts on the subject because it totally fascinates me and it plays a big part in what I do. You see, energy is all around us and it manifests in our lives, our houses, and our stuff. I'm sure you've gone into a space that just "felt" good (or bad) and didn't really know why, or you met someone that you just liked (or didn't) and didn't know why.  Without getting too woo woo on you, I will tell you that being a house whisperer means that I pick up on these energy signals and I can instantly tell when a house has what I call - good juju.
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People I Have Met And Loved On Craig’s List

Baton Blog In previous posts I have waxed poetic on some of the reasons why I truly love Craig's List. The cornucopia of fascinating stuff, the thrill you get when you stumble onto something great and cheap, the stealth mission of picking up your item and avoiding the perfectly normal looking serial killer. I must admit that as a relatively private person, I feel a peculiar thrill at the thought of being thrust head first into a social situation where the only thing you have in common from buyer to seller is that you want something that this random person has. It's like this giant baton relay race. Here, I don't want this anymore, you take it. And vice versa. Needless to say, the possibilities for human weirdness are endless. And while I wish I had some great dark stories to tell, the sad truth is that I have met some seriously NICE people on Craig's List.
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Happy Merry Jolly

HandTruckBlog If you thought I was crabby about Thanksgiving, put on your seatbelt because here comes Christmas. First there's the overload of parties and obligatory celebrations with too much food, too many people and lots of family drama. Then there's the month-long extravaganza of excess and panic topped off by the capitalist orgy of senseless last-minute spending. Mixed somewhere in there is oh, the birth of Jesus, where the symbolic gifts of frankincense and myrrh have somehow morphed into X-Boxes, drones and UGG boots. Trust me when I tell you that I KNOW it's all well intentioned, but the hollow-eyed frightful march of the downtrodden that I see plodding through the mall is sad and tired and just wants to be put out of it's own misery. And for what?  You got it, MORE CRAP.
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It Ain’t Going With You

Teddy Blog When dealing with the loss of a parent, we can't help but flash back to our childhood as we are forced to confront family objects that seem to hold a myriad of memories and complex emotions. There are books and photos and furniture and art and a seemingly endless supply of crap that means nothing to anyone but us. And the one word that always seems to fit perfectly is overwhelm. Not only is the loss overwhelming, but the process of sorting through another person's lifetime can make you want to run screaming into the night. And while I've seen this many times, I've also experienced it firsthand so I know that the best advice I can give you is to avoid being in this situation in the first place by subscribing to my favorite rule of downsizing - it ain't going with you!
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Who Needs Thanksgiving When You Can Have Thanksgetting

I just heard that Macy's and Sears will be open this year starting at 6pm on Thanksgiving Day. Which only means that Walmart, Target and Best Buy are just playing chicken waiting to see who can lower the bar even further by opening earlier. I can already see the news clips showing the desperate throngs of people who have skipped Thanksgiving all together because they have to wait on line starting at noon in order to get those ass-kicking door buster deals. Because having the biggest flat screen TV on the block is WAY more important than some ridiculous tradition of putting your head down to reflect upon our country's humble beginnings. I mean, if Pocahontas had had a Best Buy near her, trust me she'd have said, "Hold the maize" and been camping out too.
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Why Pope Francis Is My Hero

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Who would have guessed that I, the Grand High Poobah of lapsed Catholics, would one day find herself sending away for tickets to see Pope Francis in Central Park on his first visit to the United States. It's true, I did. And I actually won them except for the fact that my husband was in California, my son had his homecoming and I got sick on the day of the procession. This didn't stop me from being glued to the television to watch as it took 45 minutes for him to travel five city blocks due to the incredible outpouring of love from the crowd. There I was with tears in my eyes hanging on his every word, in absolute awe of his seemingly endless smile, and even worrying when he looked a bit tired. This is a man who, for reasons I can't explain, has bewitched me. He fills me with enormous hope and enormous guilt all at the same time and his truth never disappoints because it seems to know no fear.  He is marvelous.

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